The song lyrics were written by the band Van Halen, as they were asked to write a song for the 1979 movie "Over the Edge" starring Matt Dillon. The movie (and the lyrics, although more obliquely) are about bored, rebellious youth with nothing better to do than get into trouble. If you see the movie, these lyrics will make more sense. It's a great movie if you grew up in the 70s/80s you'll definitely remember some of these characters from your own life. Fun fact, after writing the song, Van Halen decided not to let the movie use it.
Il s'en va t'en guerre, ne sait quand reviendra
Il reviendra à Pâques ou à la Trinité
La Trinité se passe mais il ne revient pas
Elle, à sa tour monte, si haut qu'elle peut monter
Elle aperçoit son page tout de noir habillé
Beau page, ô mon beau page, quelles nouvells apportez?
Elle aperçoit son page tout de noir habillé
Beau page, ô mon beau page, quelles nouvells apportez?
Aux nouvelles que j'apporte, vos beaux yeux vont pleurer
Quittes vos habits roses et vos satins brochés
Il est mort Madame, mort et enterré
J'l'ai vu porter en terre par quatre z'officiers
L'un tenait son grand sabre l'autre son bouclier
L'un tenait sa cuirasse l'autre son destrier
Alentour de sa tombe romarin l'on plantait
Sur la plus haute branche un rossignol chantait
On vit voler son âme au travers des lauriers
Chacun mit ventre à terre et puis se relevait
Pour chanter les victoires qu'il remportait,
La cérémonie faite, chacun s'en fut couché...
Il reviendra à Pâques ou à la Trinité
La Trinité se passe mais il ne revient pas
Elle, à sa tour monte, si haut qu'elle peut monter
Elle aperçoit son page tout de noir habillé
Beau page, ô mon beau page, quelles nouvells apportez?
Elle aperçoit son page tout de noir habillé
Beau page, ô mon beau page, quelles nouvells apportez?
Aux nouvelles que j'apporte, vos beaux yeux vont pleurer
Quittes vos habits roses et vos satins brochés
Il est mort Madame, mort et enterré
J'l'ai vu porter en terre par quatre z'officiers
L'un tenait son grand sabre l'autre son bouclier
L'un tenait sa cuirasse l'autre son destrier
Alentour de sa tombe romarin l'on plantait
Sur la plus haute branche un rossignol chantait
On vit voler son âme au travers des lauriers
Chacun mit ventre à terre et puis se relevait
Pour chanter les victoires qu'il remportait,
La cérémonie faite, chacun s'en fut couché...
Lyrics submitted by AidanDies
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